Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

the

a hint of fear in his expression,

gently, “I am your

Melora, Berthold relaxed,

as he delicately placed the little boy into the child

“Could you not tell Mom and Dad

“You’re afraid now?”

of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained

silence, he gently stepped on the

car slowly pulled into

opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake. She slipped on her robe

in the stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold,

froze for

in a hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight. You go and talk with

Crystal nodded.

she ascended the staircase again,

the tiny boy into

too soft, or the day had

sliver, her eyes cracking open into slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold

chiseled, were strikingly similar,

his heart soften at

patted Berthold. “This child

aback, wore her guilt on

must have figured out who the

words came out more vulgar

softly, “Don’t let the children hear

fierce glare, but times had

of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him

tense look on his

her hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll head to

Crystal agreed with a

they had unresolved matters between them, grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced with the situations at home, they

all, I

room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare some snacks for you- your favorite

about to step out, Melora held on

of emotion washed

Melora’s hand, she reassured, “You should have come

out in

us to eat. You take a

Melora nodded.

went to prepare the snack. By the time everything

her own cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant colors were nearly

Crystal noticed.

beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat. Everything here

down and began

was silent, no longer the chatterbox who

simply kept

finishing the meal, Melora’s eyes were filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back

she

she had single-handedly raised their child, living a tough life worrying about sustenance like

together. However, they were swept away by the winds of time just like fleeting

He was still the dignified and spirited. Alfred

she, Melora Miller, had lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage of time had

brother will, after all, need to vent his anger. But

poor girl nodded

Melora in, Crystal went to

of the study. The room was dim, save for a single wall lamp that was

smoking. The ashtray before him was filled to the

door behind her, walked to the window,

“You’re smoking too much! Aren’t you afraid of

her in

from any other night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat on his

cigarette and leaned into

on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred

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